Raymond Sawyer

The Hills Of The Angels Of Respect. - Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For where there hills thus the hills is the hills of respect but yet for one who wish for the touch of respect for one look to the hills thus for every min one look to the hills for one wish to the hills or the touch of respect but when one see the eyes of the angel thus one feel the touch of respect min once heart but yet the hills of the angel of respect.

Every moment that one look to the hills thus one will feel the touch of the sun that been fill with respect for every min for the sun will raise to touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet when one is in the hills thus one shall feel the touch of respect that the angel touch a heart with and yet the hills of the angel of respect.

The hills of the angel is where one will feel the touch of respect but yet every min that one feel the touch of respect thus one will see the stars for every star that one see shall shine in the night just to look to the hills of the angel is like feel the light of life for for who's eyes will shine in the night sky and yet the hills of the angel of respect.

Where there a full moon thus the more one shall see the stars of respect thus every star that one see is the angels of the hills of respect but just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of the sun when one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air for every whisper is the whisper of the angels of respect for every rose that the sun touch been fill with respect and yet the hills of the angel of respect.